SOKO
In a forgotten land, far far in the distance where there is no sound, signs of a raising are everywhere. Motion and light are moving hand in hand. Columns raising, shaking the ground, in the search of light, waiting for the sound.
In Search of The Light
through the mist of soko, the chase for light is a continuous journey.
Empty Columns
the motion in silent land of soko, on the edge of the event, drifts through time.
Silence
mysterious columns that shape this land, are present in every space, waiting.
The Beginning
when there were nothing in soko but silence, the columns raised from the ground as marks to call for a sound.
The Holy Sound
the motion came to existence when the sound shook the grounds of this land.
